Fevered lunacy.

I hit my 10k before I went to bed Monday; that was my goal at outset, to hit ten thousand words by Monday night. Technically it was during the small hours Tuesday morning but that's good enough for me since I'm still up ass early and writing. Or, I would be writing if I were not writing this LJ post. /slacker.

Having just pasted together last year's Chant of the Sibyl text, and this year's Chant of the Sibyl text (not including, of course, what I've written of the sequel), I come up with a document that's 65 pages long. AND that I don't totally loathe although it is a terrible, terrible mess. Out of the material that I drum up this month... I think I will be able to cobble together one complete novel (True Life will NOT be finished this year though I hope to have a solid start on it). I'm sure that in the coming months, or however long I need to sit on it before I continue, I will have to fill in a lot of holes before I even start looking at fixing continuity errors and other wonky places in the plot and structure. And all of that before the word 'edit' so much as crosses my mind...

But for god's sake, I've been doing this my entire life. Do you have any idea how exciting to me it is to actually have a concept of a novel-length piece of work? To have story completion within my reach?

(Also: How's my initial energy burst lasting for ya, HUH?! Oh ye of little faith! (Ye of little faith knows who they are). BANG BANG!)